[RP] One's Demise, One's Birth. - by Rokalm

Rokalm stared at the small yellow key on the table.

It had been hours since the event occurred. Countless thoughts invaded his mind, though none of them would result as he wanted. For a moment, his eyes escaped the sight of the key to take a look around, to be met with the dark and chilling halls of the Undercity. The city, as always, were crowded with its never-resting citizens those usually can be seen working on their interests all day, though with a disturbing silence.

Such an easy fight against a worthless rabble, he thought. In a small period of time he was able to infiltrate the mercenary organization and gain the leadership. But what would happen after that? Why did he do it? He wasn't sure. All that he knew was his lust for power again overwhelmed him and took matters at hand. The lust was able to repel Jahraka and take the leadership, though it didn't think of consequences. He would someday come back, and Rokalm would have to face him again.

He grabbed the key and stood up. The weight of his armor felt crumbling, though he was able to gain his balance in a moment. As he secured the key in his pocket, he knew what kind of responsibility was on his shoulders, and that he needed to start to work as soon as possible.

Jahraka was nervously writing a message, once sent over the parrots he would cross Rokalms plans...especially since Nobak is already on his way to Princess Island to warn Ockham and Broken Axe...to let him win some time he had to take some bruises.

To all A.I.M. contractors on the Inland branch!

200 gold doubloons for the one who brings me Rokalm Grimtam aka "Spikeskull" dead or alive.

Accused and found guilty in crimes against A.I.M. Commanders and treachery towards Princess Island.

Everyone who sides with him marks himself as a enemy of Princess Island and the supreme Commander Broken Axe.

Signed: Jahraka

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Vypra re-read the note incredulously

Spikeskull is Rokalm? No wonder he never took off his helm around me.

The shaman snorted So, once again he betrays those he claimed to serve...You were a fool to trust him Jahraka. AIM will not recover from this...not with all the other problems.

Shaking her head, the troll quickly gathered her things and packed them onto her Hog. It was time to move on again...

Jahraka looked nervously around, it was already dark and the Zeppelin should arrive here any moment. He noticed he lost the key, but this was his last concern currently, after the news from the Headquarters.

Maldazzarl was nowhere to find, probably plotting his own way to make profit of the situation. According to the Governor there were riots within the Island…what is this sound? The engine of a Zeppelin, it was close, good.

Solanar shall meet him on open sea with the Morning Star, if he returns immediate they might turn the events in their favor, he was still loved amongst the locals there and every help is required now…even if it means to side with a former enemy.

The Zeppelin was already in sight, he packed the few things he carried and stepped closer to the cliff now lighting the torch so they could see him. He looked back to the jungle, the expedition here failed. The battle is lost, but the war rages on…and as far exists…there will always be mercenaries…

Jahraka stepped aboard…